The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, 第 6 卷Redfield, 1853 |
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第 53 頁
... pr'ythee now . By my troth , sweet lord , thou hast a fine forehead . Pan . Ay , you may , you may . Helen . Let thy song be love : this love will undo us all . O , Cupid , Cupid , Cupid ! Pan . Love ? ay , that it shall , i ' faith . I ...
... pr'ythee now . By my troth , sweet lord , thou hast a fine forehead . Pan . Ay , you may , you may . Helen . Let thy song be love : this love will undo us all . O , Cupid , Cupid , Cupid ! Pan . Love ? ay , that it shall , i ' faith . I ...
第 70 頁
... Pr'ythee now , to bed . Cres . Good morrow , then . Are you aweary of me ? Tro . O Cressida ! but that the busy day , 1 most in folio . 2 the : in f . e . Wak'd by the lark , hath rous'd the ribald crows 70 ACT . IV . TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
... Pr'ythee now , to bed . Cres . Good morrow , then . Are you aweary of me ? Tro . O Cressida ! but that the busy day , 1 most in folio . 2 the : in f . e . Wak'd by the lark , hath rous'd the ribald crows 70 ACT . IV . TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
第 71 頁
... Pr'ythee , tarry.— O foolish Cressid ! -I might have still held off , And , then , you would have tarried . Hark ! there's one up . Pan . [ Within . ] What ! are all the doors open here ? Tro . It is your uncle . Enter PANDARUS . Cres ...
... Pr'ythee , tarry.— O foolish Cressid ! -I might have still held off , And , then , you would have tarried . Hark ! there's one up . Pan . [ Within . ] What ! are all the doors open here ? Tro . It is your uncle . Enter PANDARUS . Cres ...
第 73 頁
... Pr'ythee , get thee in . Would thou hadst ne'er been born ! I knew , thou wouldst be his death.- O poor gentleman ! -A plague upon Antenor ! Cres . Good uncle , I beseech you , on my knees I beseech you , what's the matter ? Pan . Thou ...
... Pr'ythee , get thee in . Would thou hadst ne'er been born ! I knew , thou wouldst be his death.- O poor gentleman ! -A plague upon Antenor ! Cres . Good uncle , I beseech you , on my knees I beseech you , what's the matter ? Pan . Thou ...
第 86 頁
... thee . Achil . From whence , fragment ? Ther . Why , thou full dish of fool ... Prythee be silent , boy ; I profit not by thy talk thou art thought to be ... thee ? Patr . Why no , you ruinous butt , you whoreson in- distinguishable cur ...
... thee . Achil . From whence , fragment ? Ther . Why , thou full dish of fool ... Prythee be silent , boy ; I profit not by thy talk thou art thought to be ... thee ? Patr . Why no , you ruinous butt , you whoreson in- distinguishable cur ...
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第 327 頁 - ROmeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
第 336 頁 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
第 29 頁 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
第 305 頁 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
第 28 頁 - Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny...
第 308 頁 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
第 307 頁 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment. Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say — Ay : And I will take thy word ; yet, if thou swear^st, Thou may'st prove false : at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
第 298 頁 - Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
第 64 頁 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion ; A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
第 64 頁 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.